Thursday, May 05, 2005

LL&CB: Letters from Little Rock, Postcards from New Albany


Looking out the window, with Colorado gliding past and underneath her, she followed the progress of a plane, a glint in the distance, jet wake bright beneath the stars, descending towards Denver, plunging into the cumulus, like the faithful into a dream.
I'm just getting started. We'll see how it goes.

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